Dear friends of this academyOoo romeo is bleeding to deathTo see a friend bleed to death, what for some kind of metaphor that I can’t see?So I’ll drink until I see it.

This sky will make me sickSo I’ll give up on youI’ll give up on thisThis sky will make me sickSo I’ll give up on thisI’ll give up on you

Archers in your archersRaise your fingers for one last saluteAnd bleed this skyline dryYour history is mine

So you want to hold me up and bring me downYes, you want to hold me up and break me downI don’t care for your sweet scentOr the way you want me more than I want youAnd I don’t care for your sweet scentOr the way you want me more than I want you

Archers in your archersRaise your fingers for one last saluteAnd bleed this skyline dryYour history is mine

Archers in your archersRaise your fingers for one last saluteAnd bleed this skyline dryYour history is mine . .

It’s all mine ..It’s all mine ..It’s all mine ..

Archers in your archersRaise your fingers for one last saluteAnd bleed this skyline dryYour history is mine . .

Archers in your archersRaise your fingers for one last saluteAnd bleed this skyline dryYour history is mine . .